Mine to Honor, page 21
“A sprinkle?” I question. “Like a pool party but with a sprinkler? Is that what they do in the South?” I chuckle. “Either way, I’m not coming. I don’t do pool parties.”
“I live in the city.” He laughs at me. “No, a baby sprinkle.”
“You are going to put the baby in the sprinkler?” I shout. “Is this what people do?”
“You are such an idiot. I’m going to call Eva.”
“Call the wife, then,” I agree, “she’ll tell me where to go and what to do.”
“Like a good husband.” We both laugh. “Okay, I’ll keep you posted.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I hang up on him and immediately call Eva, who answers after one ring.
“Did you just drop her off?” she shrieks. “You left home like forty-five minutes ago.”
“What? No, I dropped her off ten minutes after. She is fine. She was smiling, so I think she was good.”
“Why didn’t you text me?” she asks and I can hear her walking around.
“You said you were going back to bed,” I remind her. “Which reminds me, should I not take Mondays off also?”
She laughs at me. “Why would you do that?”
“So we can have time together,” I whisper, “uninterrupted.”
“I think we have enough time uninterrupted.” I hear the coffee machine going off. I pull up my schedule in front of me and see that I’m leaving on Wednesday until Friday. I make the decision right away.
“Gotta go,” I say, getting up. “See you later.”
“What did you call me for?” she asks.
“I’ll tell you about it later.” I grab the cup of coffee and walk out of my office.
“You’re annoying,” she huffs and hangs up on me, making me laugh.
“I’m working from home,” I tell the receptionist. “I have to prepare for my meeting on Wednesday.”
She looks up, and I swear she’s looking at me like I have two heads coming out of my neck. I’ve never, ever had to give anyone a reason for anything. For anything and now even saying why I’m leaving is weird. “Sounds good.” She doesn’t even care, and giving her an excuse threw her off and myself also. It’s almost as if I’m robbing a bank and then waiting for the cops outside of the bank with the gun.
I walk over to the elevator, hoping it opens right away and not that I’ll turn around and tell her I’m going home to have sex with Eva, because at this point, who the fuck knows what is going to come out of my mouth. I look down as I press the elevator button, feeling like my shirt is getting tighter and tighter around my neck, even though I have three buttons open. When the doors open, I practically run inside, pressing the lobby button before poking the closed-door button a million times.
Only once I’m in the car do I relax, but just a little, my phone feels like a ticking time bomb. Like Stefano will call and know that I’m up to no good. I pull over at a flower shop on my way home, grabbing a bouquet of orchids in a vase. I hope like fuck it doesn’t spill all over the car.
I park my car next to hers before grabbing the vase. I walk up the steps, nervous as fuck, which makes me laugh since I’ve never been nervous in my whole life. I’ve also never liked anyone as much as Eva. I’ve never had the sex I’ve had with her. It blows my mind and makes me want to kick my ass that we haven’t done it before. I mean, I know why, but I don’t think either of us is ready for what I have to say.
Punching in the code for the door, I walk in to find her coming out of the kitchen. She’s wearing exactly what she was wearing when I left to drive Cici. A white shirt that hangs off her shoulder, showing me she’s not wearing a bra. I can tell because I can see her nipples. And her famous shorts, but these are not as tight. “What are you doing here?” she asks, surprised, her eyes lighting up as her smile grows.
“Well.” I walk to her, handing her the vase. “I thought I would play hooky.” I lean down and kiss her neck, right before I suck on it.
“Don’t you dare leave me a mark where people can see.” She pushes me away, but not really.
“You don’t like my mark on you?” I wrap my arm around her waist.
“I’m not twelve and neither are you,” she reminds me. “We can contain ourselves for below the waist.”
“Can we?” I move my mouth lower, my chin pushing down her white shirt at the same time. “I think the best thing to do is see if we can.”
“Is that why you came home?” She looks down at her breast that now has her shirt under it.
“It was one of the reasons.” I smirk before sucking her nipple into my mouth. “Plus, I wanted to bring you flowers.” She moans. “And I leave in two days, so we need to have sex at least four times extra.”
“Is that so?” She steps away from me and puts the flowers down on the island. “That’s a lot of sex.” Her hands go to the hem of her shirt. The sparkle from her ring on her finger shines. “You think you are up for the challenge?” She pulls it off and tosses it on the floor by her feet. “I think you moaned yesterday that you were dead.”
“No.” I shake my head, shrugging off the jacket to my suit and tossing it on the couch. “I think that was you who said that.” I pull the shirt out of my pants. “I think you lay in the bed and said I broke your vagina.”
She rolls her eyes, which makes me know I’m right. “Either way.” I unbutton my shirt and kick off my shoes. “Today we are rested.” I walk to her, picking her up at her waist and she wraps her legs around me. “We’ve never fucked on the counter.”
“Yes, we have. When I went to get water and you said you couldn’t possibly wait until we got upstairs,” she reminds me.
“That’s because you bent over and you were naked,” I retort.
“I leaned over and got on my tippy-toes,” she corrects me as I walk over to the counter.
I lay her down on it, and she hisses as the coolness hits her back. “I like these shorts.” Her feet drop from my hips.
“Yeah?” She looks at me. “Why?”
“Well, for one.” I grab her ankle and place it on the counter, then go to the other one. “They aren’t tight.” I smile at her. “Which gives me easy access.”
“Does it?” she asks and I look at her pussy, seeing exactly what I want.
“See,” I say, moving it to the side having her open to me. “Just like this.” I rub my fingers between her and feel her wetness before I slide a finger inside her. Every single time it’s like it’s the first. “I like having access to you any time I want.” I slide another finger in her. “Like now.”
“Or this morning,” she pants out. “Levi.” I don’t know if she’s asking something or just calling my name.
“Yeah, baby?” I ask.
“Can you do something for me?” She opens her legs even more to give me more access to it. I bend down and suck her clit into my mouth.
“Anything,” I tell her.
“Good.” She lifts her ass a bit to meet my fingers. “Can you fuck me hard?” she asks. “Hard, fast, and raw.” Every single time she says a word, she clenches around my fingers.
My hand goes to my buckle and I don’t have the zipper down long before my cock is in my hand and then buried in her. “Fuck,” I growl as she leans up and kisses my throat.
“I think you are the one who is supposed to fuck me.” She sucks in. “But if you want, I think I’ve got it in me to fuck you.” Her pussy clenches, I look at her and my chest squeezes. I almost blurt out that I’m falling in love with her as she lies back down on the counter. But I swallow it back when she says, “Now, are you going to fuck me or not?”
twenty-nine
Eva
We walk out of the daycare hand in hand on the way to our cars. On Mondays he drops her off by himself since I’m off, but the rest of the week it’s always the both of us. It’s mundane and one of us can easily not come, but neither of us wants to give it up.
So, this is how we’ve been doing it for the last month. His hand is in mine as we walk to my car, and he always puts me in the car before he leaves. “Have a good day.” He smirks at me, grabbing my face and kissing my lips. My hands go to his hips like they were made to be there. “I’ll text you later to let you know what time I’ll be home.” The past two weeks he’s been swamped at work, so he’s been coming home sometimes right before bedtime. The good news is that he’s not traveling as much, so he’s home every single night.
“Okay.” I look up at him, knowing he’s going to kiss me again, and I’m not wrong.
He’s about to let me go when a car door opening makes us both look over. Caine gets out of his car and opens the back door to his daughter. “Good morning.” He looks over at us and holds up his hand.
Levi doesn’t let me go, instead he pulls me toward him and puts his arm over my shoulders. “Morning, Caine.” If I was a tree, I have no doubt Levi would lift his leg and pee on me.
“Have a good day,” he replies.
“You, too,” we both say at the same time as he ushers his daughter into the daycare.
Levi waits for him to be in the door before he mumbles, “Dick.” Making me laugh.
“Are you still on that?” I ask as his hand falls away from my shoulder to my back before sweeping my ass, making my insides flutter. A month later, I still shiver every single time he touches me and he touches me plenty.
“Did he not want to bang you?” he asks the question but doesn’t wait for me to answer. “Then the answer is yes.”
“He didn’t want to bang me, we were just friends,” I refute, rolling my eyes. “Now, I have to go to work and so do you.”
“That means I’m right.” He laughs, kissing my lips softly before opening my door and waiting for me to get in.
“You aren’t right, you’re annoying, there is a difference.” I pull my seat belt to buckle myself in. “Now go away.”
“I’m going to have fun tonight.” He leans in and kisses my cheek. “I love when I make you agree with me.” The cheek he just kissed feels like it’s on fire. Literally. “Have a good day, dear.” He closes the door and waves before turning and walking to his own car.
He winks before he gets in, but he always waits for me to leave before he does. I pull out of the parking space, seeing him behind me, I wave one last time before I turn left and he turns right.
I get to work with a smile on my face, just like I have been for the past month. A whirlwind of a month. We crossed over the friendship into the sex thing, something that neither of us has been willing to talk about, it’s just happening. Like we woke up one day and we were more than friends. Like it was always him waking me with his mouth on my pussy. Like it was normal going to bed together.
“Morning,” I greet Raquel when I walk into the salon. “It’s so beautiful outside.”
“It’s going to be a beautiful day.” She smiles back at me. “Also, you have something on your desk.” She can’t help but smile big and I just shake my head as I walk toward my office.
I want to be surprised there is a bouquet on my desk, but this is what he does every single Tuesday when I get to work, there are flowers. Attached is always a cheesy card, pulling the white card out I can’t help but laugh at this one.
I like your style
I like your class
But most of all
I like your ass
L.
I shake my head and put it back in the envelope before placing it in my drawer with the other ones. Last week’s was funny also.
Roses are red
Tulips are corny
When I think of you
I get horny.
According to him, he couldn’t use Cici, so he had to think of another flower, so it’s always tulips like the one from two weeks ago.
Roses are okay
Tulips are fine
I’ll be the six
If you be the nine.
But nothing could have prepared me for the first one.
Roses are red
Lemons are sour
Spread your legs
And feel my power.
I wonder how long he’ll send them. I wonder how long this is going to go on. I wonder how long before one of us walks away. The thought makes my stomach get tight and I ignore it, pushing it deep down. Trying to live in the moment. Live for today. What no one tells you is that it fucking sucks because you don’t know if you are going or coming.
My phone buzzes and Raquel tells me my first client is here, after that the only time I stop is when I walk into the café to grab myself a shake. “Eva.” I hear my name and look over to see one of Levi’s regular bang friends. The smile on my face stays forced and fake.
“Marianna,” I say her name as she walks over to me, wearing a perfect outfit with perfect hair and equally perfect makeup. She comes to me and fake kisses my cheeks. “How are you?” she asks.
“I’m good, how are you?” I ask out of politeness, but I don’t want to actually know. “It’s been a while.”
“Yeah, about a month,” she replies, “but time to get glamified.” She taps the counter with her newly manicured nails. “How is Levi?”
And there it is, the reason she came to say hello to me. I shouldn’t be surprised since I introduced them. Never thinking she would be on rotation with him, also never caring, except for now. Except right now at this moment. “He’s good.” I don’t really know what to say.
“Is he now?” she asks or tells me, she knows that we are best friends. “It’s been a couple of weeks since we’ve hooked up.” She talks as if my world around me isn’t being shaken to the core. “Which is strange.” She leans in. “We were a weekly thing and now it’s spaced out.” She shrugs. “I’m going to text him and see if we can hook up tonight.” Blood drains from my body as I pretend that it’s fine. It’s not fine. This is what people must feel before they either have a stroke or become the Hulk. It’s a fifty-fifty. Also, I’ve never fucking felt so on edge before, like my hand itches to slap her.
“Well, I’m sure he’ll call you this week,” I toss back without meaning it.
“He better.” She smirks at me. “I swear he’s got the best cock of life.” All I want to do is fucking throat punch her.
The girl comes over with my shake, and in my head I picture throwing it in her face. “If you excuse me, I have someone waiting,” I tell her, walking away from her, my knees almost knocking together.
The rest of the day is a blur, and even when I pick up Cici it feels like I’m in a daze. A text comes through from him right as I walk in the door.
Levi: Looks like something came up and I’ll be late.
I toss the phone on the counter, not bothering to answer him. Because what am I supposed to say? Am I supposed to ask him why? Am I supposed to be all up in his business? Am I supposed to care? Obviously, I care, but I’m not this person who is going to second-guess themselves for a man. “We are going to be okay,” I assure Cici as she smiles at me and babbles. She keeps saying Mama over and over again, the pain less and less each day. She thrives and I know that is the only thing Lisa would care about. “Aren’t we, baby girl?”
Our night routine is a bit different now, we usually like to go for a walk after dinner, not very long but enough to get her some fresh air. I’m just getting her out from the bath when the front door slams shut. “I’m home.” I swallow down the lump and ignore looking down the stairs toward where his voice is when I walk back into Cici’s room to dress her. Of course, she starts squealing for him and clapping her hands.
“There they are,” he says when he comes up the stairs two by two. His jacket is off and his shirt open at the top, like it always is. I quickly look at him, wondering if he met with Marianna. He holds out his hands for her and I try to see if I smell her perfume on him, but all I smell is him. “Hi, girly.” He kisses her cheek five times. “You smell clean.” He looks at me. “I’m going to go get a shower and then I can put her to bed.” He hands me back Cici and I turn toward her changing table.
“Sounds good,” I reply, avoiding looking at him, not sure that I want to see. What if he was with Marianna? Do I have a right to be mad? Should we have discussed that if we are sleeping together, it’s just us two? Should we have never slept together in the first place? Should we just end this now before it gets even more complicated? It’s the questions that have been on loop ever since I spoke with Marianna.
“What’s wrong?” he asks right away, catching that I’m acting strange and I want to kick myself. Here I was telling myself to act normal, apparently telling myself and doing it are two different things.
“Nothing, why?” I ask, but I’m not asking him. I’m hoping he just goes to take a shower so I can get myself under control.
“You’re acting differently.” I know he’s staring at me because I can feel his eyes on me. I busy myself with grabbing Cici’s diaper as I hand her a brush so she can play with it.
“Nope, I’m normal,” I reassure him, looking over my shoulder at him and maybe, perhaps, I should just tell him that we need to talk. Maybe, just maybe, I should ask him.
“You are not normal,” he says and it irritates me.
“You don’t know me.” I can’t even believe I would say these words because even I can’t help but laugh inside my head.
He laughs. “I know you better than anyone else.” He folds his arms over his chest as I grab the pj’s and start to put it on Cici.
“I saw your friend today.” Don’t do this, my head screams at me. Don’t do this here.
“What friend?” he asks, and I don’t have to be looking at him to know he’s saying this with clenched teeth. I can feel the shift in the air from him.
“Marianna.” Okay, we are doing this, I close my eyes. “She says she needs.” My breathing comes out now almost in pants as my hands shake. “What were her words?” I avoid turning around to see his face but I look over my shoulder. “Yes, a dose of your dick.” I pick up Cici and turn to him.
He just shakes his head and then puts his hands on his hips. I should maybe, perhaps calm down a bit before I continue. I know this, my heart knows this, but my head and my mouth, they are not down with this memo. “You know, since it’s been a couple of weeks since you last gave her a taste of your dick.” I try not to let the hurt get to me, but it’s easier said than done.
